-1This is my first shot at a CSI fic so please review and let me know what you think : ) Thanks!!! So I don't own any of the characters so please don't sue me. Also in my world Jorja Fox will never leave the show and the GSR romance won't die out : ).
Grissom was propped up in bed the latest edition of the Journal of Forensic Science in his hands. He was enjoying a very thrilling article on the hatching times of maggot larva and how it change based on the climate and how that can lead to inaccurate readings for a time of death. A small noise at his side made him look down when he saw Sara stir and mumble something in her sleep. Her head was on his chest and her arms were around his waist as she peacefully slept. He was glad she was finally getting some sleep. The past week had been a tough one. They had worked overtime on a case of a two year old girl who had been kidnapped, raped then murdered. Another little girl went missing in the same week with a similar MO in the snatching and they frantically worked to find the man responsible hoping they'd find the little girl before it was too late. Luckily they had found her just in time. Two days earlier Grissom noted that Sara looked particularly tired. I mean working double sometimes triple shifts for the past week could do that to you but he'd seen her do that before and this looked different. When they had gotten home that night she had asked him if it was okay if they had soup for dinner as her throat was bothering her.
"Of course. Honey are you sure you're okay?" He asked her for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Yea Gris it's just a soar throat. Probably just allergies or something."
The next day however he noticed that her soar throat had not gone away but had gotten worse. On top of that when he'd gone to kiss her forehead as he went to get out of bed he noticed how warm she was. He made is way into the bathroom to find the thermometer so he could take her temperature. At first she had shrugged him off saying it wasn't necessary and that she was fine. He gave her a look that said 'you're not going anywhere until you do this' and she finally relented. He took her temperature and when the thermometer beeped he looked down and noted her temp was 102.3. He gave her a frown as he turned it over for her to read.
"Okay someone is staying home today. Let me get you some medicine. While I am gone call the doctor and get an appointment. I'll drive you," Grissom said as he headed into the bathroom to get some Tylenol.
"I don't need to go to the doctor and I certainly don't need to take the day off. Just give me a few Tylenol and I'll be fine."
When he reappeared from the bathroom he had a smirk on his face.
"What?" She asked him unable to read his expression.
"Nothing, I just think it's funny how you think I am going to not only let you go to work but let you skip seeing the doctor. If I have to pick you up and carry you kicking and screaming into the car you're going." He punctuated his statement by leaning down to give her a quick kiss.
She sighed, "Fine, pass me the phone so I can make an appointment."
Her appointment was for two hours later and she got dressed and showered while Grissom made them breakfast.
The doctor confirmed what Grissom had told her all along. It was a very good idea that she had come to see him. She had a raging case of strep throat and had it gone untreated for a few more days she may have found herself in the hospital. He gave her a prescription for a Z-Pack and told her to take the next 3 or 4 days off from work.
"OKay say it," Sara said as they got back in the car heading for the pharmacy.
"Say what?" Grissom asked her an innocent look on his face.
"I told you so. Come on I know you're itching to say it," She said smiling, watching the corners of his mouth twitch.
"Well I wasn't going to say anything like that but if you insist. I told you so," he said while smiling.
So Sara had taken the next three days off from work. He had also taken a day off figuring getting some extra rest couldn't him either. He was just finishing the article when his cell phone started ring. Not wanting to wake Sara he grabbed the phone and headed into the other room.
"Grissom," he answered.
"Hey it's Cath. I am sorry to bother on your day off but we got a bad one here. The Johnson family. All four members of the family found slaughtered in their house. The parents were found in their bed. The two kids downstairs in the living room. Apparently Mr. Johnson is a very close personal friend of the mayor's and he wants us on the case. Again I am sorry I know it was your day off."
"No it's okay. Just give me the address and I'll be right over," he said as he went to grab a pen and a piece of paper. He wrote down the address, hung up the phone and went to get dressed. By the time he made back into the bedroom Sara had awoken.
"Hey how are you feeling?" He asked as he kissed her forehead.
"Well my fever feels like it's gone but my throat still hurts," she said as she absent mindedly flipped through TV channels.
"Well the doctor did say it may take a few days for it to go away. When we went to the pharmacy I but antiseptic throat spray. It is in the medicine cabinet if you need it."
"Thanks. You know what I just realized?"
"What?" he asked her.
"Well because we work graveyard by the time we got home and are ready to watch TV are those horrible infomercials have passed. So if I can't sleep and turn on the TV at least I can find something decent to watch," she said as she stopped to watch one of those cheesy shows about people who bring their small claims cases before a real judge on TV for everyone to see. Sara reasoned while this may not constitute decent TV she was sick and that gave her license to watch bad TV and not get ridiculed for it.
Grissom just laughed. Leave it to Sara to draw a conclusion like that.
"Hey I know I was supposed to have the day off but Catherine just called and a family close friends of the Mayor was just all found dead in their house and he wants the team on the case."
Sara looked at him sad. Not so much because he wouldn't be spending the day with her but because she wanted to be able to come with him.
"Now don't pout. You need your rest and before you know it you'll be back out there. I am going to go get dressed. You rest and before you know it I'll be back. I'll bring food back with me when I come," he said as he leaned down to give her a lingering kiss.
By the time he had finished showering and had come back into the bedroom Sara had fallen asleep again. Before he left he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
"My love, parting is such sweet sorrow," Grissom said as he turned down the lights as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
